It is now Monday at ten o’clock in the morning and we have not yet closed on our Newton house, and therefore cannot close on the Pawtucket house. Nor, while hope springs eternal, have we heard anything about a break in the logjam referenced at various points below this entry…
At this moment I’m sitting in my very soon to be former office in West Newton, having just now put the last of my books into a box.
I’m surveying the ruin of my old office. It will be a real treat for the next minister at the First Unitarian Society, with paneled walls, a fireplace and a private bathroom. Very nice. And much grander than the modern square room with one small window very high up that serves as the minister’s office in Providence. (Attached, however, to what I thought impossible, an even grander sanctuary than at Newton…).
Today I’ll carry away most of the framed stuff.
Later in the week I’m begging some friends to help haul the boxes of books and miscellaneous to store for a couple of weeks. I see from where I’m sitting the stuffed iguana, the statue of a monkey contemplating Darwin’s skull (which I saw in a science museum store and which Santa said I could have if it never found its way into our house…), a cow skull, a small Catholic votive candle stand, a small ship in a bottle that once belonged to my father and a seated buddha about eighteen inches tall… There’s more, but my head started hurting thinking about hauling all this…
There is also a pretty thick pile of dust from behind books and various…
And all that comes to mind is that Latin tag:
Sic transit gloria mundi.
Ain’t it the truth?
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